Bismillahirahmanirahim
Okay, this is the first time i ever open up to people..
Gosh, this feel weird. I always thought that blogging is a people way to tell about their life..
But i never thought that i will ever write about my life...
As you see, me, myself is private. I never share it with anybody, even those who are close to me..
Here, goes nothing
I was born on 29th October 1987. This is how i imagine it from what my mother told me.
It was a dark, not too busy night where my mom was busy preparing herself and my dad dinner.
It was a lazy night since tomorrow is already weekend. Everybody outside, were perhaps busying themselves since it was going to be Deepavali. Yup, i was born on Deepavali weeks.
My big sister was in on her own, doing things that only a 1 year old kids knows.. what else playing with her toys. Giggling and being busy. Maybe she was playing with my mom’s maid.. or maybe she was playing on her own... who knows.. but i knew she was there. Preparing herself to be a big sister, even though she had no idea i was coming.
suddenly, my mom felt a little sense of pain down on her stomach.. there i am.. Playing ball in my mother uterus, kicking my little leg as hard as i could as if trying to yell to mom.. i need FREEDOM!!!!! My mom told my dad about the pain, and she tried to ignore it.
I am not sure about my dad reaction since i am his second, but he rushed my mom to the general hospital of Kuala Lumpur. The road traffic there was not as bad as the jam they had in KL nowadays, in just a few minutes they had arrived there. My mom stood in front of the main door of the hospital and suddenly felt that the pain she had been feeling had disappeared. She then told my dad, “ xjadi la.” And she wanted to go home. But my dad persuade her to go inside and check up..wanting nothing bad will happen to his wife and kid. I think she hesitated to go inside but she still walked into the hospital.
I don’t know how hard it is, i cant imagine how painful it is. But in just a few minutes, my mom with all the energy in her had successfully delivered a baby girl. My mom said it was only the staff nurse who assisted the labour. I think all baby is cute and i am cute too as a baby. Hehe, that is perasan. I just cant help myself to say i am cute.. haahaaa!! Alhamdulillah, there is no complication and i was hands on to my dad who waited outside of the labour room. I remember my dad told my that he “xsempat nak panas punggung” pun before i was handed to him. And there i am ready to live in this world, every hope was on me.
In this post, i just want to say thank you. Thank you mom for having me. Thank you for not terminating your pregnancy eventhough you have a little child to take care of. Thank you for carrying me inside your womb and bear all the pain i caused you. Thank you for pushing your pelvic just to deliver me, thank you for the pain you bear at this time. Thank you for kissing me when i was put onto your breast as i was delivered. Thank you mom for everything!
I might not be the perfect daughter. I am sorry for giving you a hard time with all the crying and the tantrum i pull. I cant help myself, it is my nature. I was born to give you a hard time. Thank you MOM!!
I LOVE YOU